Page 78 of Primal Urges

He had a boyfriend.

A ruggedly handsome, six-foot-four beast of a man who wanted him. Who enjoyed holding him in his arms, ordering for him at dinner, and even whispering all the nasty, dirtythings that he wanted to do to him when they got back to their apartment. The man was a beast when it came to the bedroom. He liked it rough and very controlling. Darryl was the type of man who liked to give orders in bed and expected Lucas to follow instructions to the letter.

Lucas had to admit having such a possessive boyfriend was kind of hot. He knew what he wanted and went after it. Lucas never felt so desired. So wanted.

“What are you staring at, my little hummingbird?”

A smile spread across Lucas’s face at the new term of endearment.

“Hummingbird? That’s a new one,” Lucas replied, without turning from the window.

“It’s because my sexy boy never stops singing.”

The man could be so sweet.

Darryl stepped up behind him and lowered a tiny figurine in front of Lucas’s face.

The porcelain figure twinkled as it spun on the string held between his boyfriend’s fingers. Like a master holding a treat out in front of his dog, Darryl playfully twirled the figurine, trying to entice him.

“It’s beautiful.” Lucas gasped, taking the little bird in his hands and holding it out in front of him.

It was a blue-and-black painted ornament of a hummingbird. Its wings were spread wide as it sucked nectar from a sunflower.

“A tiny hummingbird, for my sweet little hummingbird,” Darryl repeated, placing a kiss on Lucas’s neck.

The man could be so romantic when he wanted to be.

Lucas turned around to face his knight in shining armor.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” Lucas said, leaning in and giving his man a passionate kiss.

They had been dating for almost two months at that point, long enough for Lucas to fall in love but not long enough for Lucas to discover Darryl’s darkness within.

Looking back on everything they had gone through, Lucas still couldn’t believe that he had not seen the signs earlier. People really do wear rose-colored glasses when they are in love.

He hated himself for being so blind.

Stopping at the corner, Lucas looked around before proceeding to cross the road. Just as he was about to step onto the pavement, his body froze, and the blood drained from his face.

Standing across the street and next to a row of bushes was a large man wearing solid blue jeans and aviator sunglasses.

Darryl?

Lucas’s heart stopped in his chest as panic washed over him.

He was here! He’d found him! He was going to be so mad. Probably take him out to the desert and shoot him.

Men like Darryl didn’t like to be disobeyed. Men like Darryl didn’t like their things walking out on them.

His heart was racing so fast. He needed to move. To run. Hop on a bus and take off again in another direction.

He was beginning to feel lightheaded.

His vision was starting to blur.

Was he having trouble breathing?

He couldn’t remember what he was doing.

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